Penelope Margate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Reminds me of *The Master*—y’know, my fave flick. That cult leader, Lancaster Dodd, spinnin’ lies smoother than silk? “Man is not an animal!” he’d bellow, while fleecin’ folks blind. Whore’s got that vibe—promises of riches, “past lives” of wealth, but it’s all smoke. Freddie Quell’d drink the profits, I reckon—moonshine-level scam. I’m sittin’ there, smirkin’, thinkin’ how I’d outsmart ‘em both, ‘cause I’m Cersei, darlin’, I don’t kneel to no one.

Margate: A Dystopia of Epic Proportions

“You know the words, you're a whore, baby's a bastard. But there's no word for the man who doesn't come back.” Polly. Upvote Downvote.

Man, Margate’s not all fancy glitz – it’s gritty, quirky, and fulla heart. You got Main Road buzzing non-stop, where I first met some epic characters. I was like "Is it 'cos I is black?" when I spotted the funky graffiti on Lambert Street – proper raw stuff, like a scene from "Let the Right One In," you know? “Time to let the right one in!” echoes in me head, every time I see the wall art.

Margate serious collision: Man arrested